Fancy Meeting You Here...
Who: Kaylee and Nine
When: Early evening
Where: The garage
What: The garage's two most frequent occupants finally run into each other
Kaylee sat in her hammock staring at a spot on the wall not really thinking about anything. She was using a bare foot against her workbench to rock herself back and forth gently but it was an automatic movement, she wasn't any more conscious of the action then she was that her heart was beating or that her chest continued to contract and expand as she breathed, or that her fingers toyed absently with the tin pin that she had taken to wearing on a silver chain around her neck.
It had been several weeks since Owen's disappearance and she had been existing since then. It seemed she had used up all of her more volatile emotion that first night and had been walking around in a sort of haze since then. Xander had been a good friend and had checked up on her more than a couple times, searching her out in both her own room - which was little more than a glorified closet these days - and down here in her machine room where she had taken to spending most of her free time. He had made a commendable effort it trying to cheer her up and take her mind of things, and in return she had done her best to act like the happy, bubbly Kaylee all her friends and acquaintances in the hotel had become accustomed to. But she found it took to much effort to sustain for any extended period of time so she had taken to sequestering herself away in the garage where she was rarely bothered, usually doing pretty much what she was doing right now.